Adéle Roux - Daughter of Athena
This is what I'm usually called
Del or Dellie by my father, and that close clique of 'friends' seem to call me that as well.
How many candles are on this cake?
15 candles and 3/4ths to be precise.
This is who I am
Just your average country bumpkin with her curly brown locks and those weird gray eyes that I hide with brown contacts to look 'normal' and to fit in with the rest. Of course, I don't need to do that anymore, seeing how I'm not the only gray eyed kid around here. Did I mention that I am a healthy 5'6'' tall? I'm Caucasian and considered to be average on the weighting scale. My Father, Melvin, is part French, hence my name - Adele was taken from my Grandmother Anna Marie's sister's name who was lost to cancer. I think it's also the same name as that popular singer nowadays, she sang something like 'Someone Like You' or something along those lines.
Isn't obvious? I'm a...
Female, I advise a vision test for you, hun - it's quite obvious, and if you can't tell by now, there's a small problem.
I cannot resist...
Males, but I definitely wouldn't go as far as to say they were irresistible, more like irritable. I'm not too certain. They seem rowdy. So are girls though. They're both troublesome. Naturally, I'm way more complicated, but let's just check males down anyways. I do tend to get a fluttery feeling occasionally when I hang around Nathaniel, but that might just be when I'm hungry.
Yay, I love these!
>> Sweets, I've got quite the sweet tooth. I'm charmed by mini cupcakes. They are so cute and scrumptious at the same time.
>> Being Needed, don't lie to yourself - everybody in the world wishes to be needed, I'm not weird for wanting it..
>> Love, fake or not, it feels nice knowing that somebody cares... after all, there's 7 billion of us, are we really all special?
>> Night, the darkness tends to bring out my better side, it can mask my true feelings and emotions..
Who the heck came up with...
>> Being Alone, it sucks. I should be able to cope by now, but for some reason, I just can't do it.
>> Spiders - really creepy, I'll blame that on 'Mother' when she had that fall out with Arachne.
>> Fish, perhaps it's the whole Poseidon / Athena ordeal, but fish have creepy eyes. They sort of bug out.
>> Adele Roux. That's right, I hate myself. It's not a love/hate relationship either. I'll look in the mirror and want to punch it. I'm ugly, and I've got a personality to match up with it. Maybe I should invest in make-up, that way I can eat it, so my personality is pretty too.
>> My True Nature <<
The first thing I'm going to grab in an emergency is...
The thing that's closest to a knife. I heard swords can be nice too, I've yet to try one out though...
A few days after I got used to camp, I received a mysterious package wrapped in cloth when Nathaniel took me to the Big House to meet Chiron. Enclosed in the cloth was an old flash drive with my initials on it. It was sent by Melvin and when I need it - the flash drive can shift into a sleek black dagger which bears useful for close combat. Engraved on the flash drive is a small owl that I definitely wouldn't have noticed until my friend Nathaniel Felsic pointed it out.
My humble beginnings...
Let's see where to start, my mother gave birth for me, but I'm still not sure if I'm all that grateful for it anyways. Then apparently she died in an accident the day after I was born, what the heck right? Actually, when I was 5, Dad said I was delivered to his door as an infant by Mother, and then she died. Or something. Who the heck cares anymore, now I've learned that I got stuck with Athena, a flipping goddess for crying out loud, but back to my beginnings. I was stuck with my father, Melvin. Yeah, Melvin - out of all the names in the world. Anyways, I lived one of those normal beginnings for a girl, well not really. When I was in elementary school, I was constantly bullied by 4th graders who would toss pencils at me and stick gum in my hair, so Melvin tossed me into some cruddy training center where I learned martial arts from this old Chinese dude - his name was like Fang or something. As if that was the smart thing a father were to do. 'Fang' said I had potential but... I was bullied anyways.
Eventually, Melvin decided to relocate us due to his job or something - I suspect it was because of the bullying that began to get a bit out of hand. One time, they locked me in the storage closet overnight, and I just cried myself to sleep before the janitor found me the next morning. That was the day that I vowed to become stronger. I finally began the life that I wanted, being a strong and courageous girl - I got to change myself, a chance that not many are gifted with. I was 13 at the time, and I had to do something. I wasn't what people called 'overweight', but there were definitely places where I could lose weight. I got skinnier, put on a smile, learned how to put on make up, and I got boyfriends for the heck of it - not like they ever did anything to me, but still. It was fun having a little toy poodle type figure next to me who was willing to jump in for me and defend. I straightened my out of control fluffy hair, finally got my braces off, and everything was going great. It was my last year at the middle school, and I turned into the girl everyone wanted to be instead of the one crying in the dark by herself due to bullies, but that all changed on my 14th birthday just last year. My useless dad, Melvin, suddenly disappeared off the face of the Earth. The only thing he left was an email sent to me that gave me some address to some camp or something. What a crude joke. The second I received the email on my HTC, some grotesque thing appeared in front of me and began to randomly swish at me with his lion-y paws. Almost like it was allergic to technology or something, I mean it got even more fired up when I tried calling the police. It acted a bit like a bull did when they see red. I did all I could with my kitchen knife and 'finished' it, but really all it did was vanish mysteriously. One month passed since then, and I was still fighting monsters. I've wandered over to the address Melvin had left me and here I am, stuck next to some huge tree and with this half goat thing whose been trying to convince me for the past half hour that he's a 'satyr' or something along those lines.
Nowadays...
I've earned one bead, apparently they keep track of how long people have stayed around at this shoddy old run down place that they call a camp. The day I attended the bonfire, which wasn't when I first came - mind you, I was claimed by my crappy 'dead' mother, who was apparently Athena. I also learned that she wouldn't tell me where Mel was. Some smart goddess? Oh please. Also, I've met probably two people worth mentioning, well, three. There's one son of Poseidon who I get along with, Nathaniel, and for some reason, he was able to spot my facade right on. It kind of disturbs me, but that's just minor details. I was also 'graced' with the lovely appearance of the good Sir Apollo, who happens to be a big egotistical brat that loves to pop in and ruin my day. And there's also this Gregor dude, well, at least - I thought his name was 'Gregor'. He claimed to be the son of Hecate or something, but I learned a few days ago that he's just an a*****e who resides in the Hermes' cabin, still unclaimed - though he's been here forever. Anyways, he's about as pleasing, company wise, as Apollo. I looped them both in the same category.
It seems to be that I've 'opened up', at least that's what I had thought for a while. For the past few months, I've been holed up in my cabin alone - my half-siblings or whatever avoid me. I haven't come out in a while, and when I do, it'd not fun either. Silly me, to think that I was going to be accepted by these new people. Well, not so new anymore - but I still do kind of miss that comforting feeling that I got from my 'clique' of people. Those fake compliments and lies did sort of help in a way. Maybe I'm lonely, perhaps I should seek out company again, but I think I'll wait for my scars to heal first...
Like anyone cares...
Oh! I forgot to mention..
I've been diagnosed with depression, ADHD, and dyslexia - talk about complications right? Some doctors even said I was bipolar or something, please. I'm nowhere near bipolar. I can control my emotions at will. It's easy to keep that popular girl facade - what's hard is suppressing my bawling state that comes out the moment I'm home. I'll lock myself in my room and think about all the reasons why I shouldn't exist in the first place - Mel says it's unhealthy. I hate it too, to be fairly honest. What good is a girl like me who couldn't even fend for herself against child bullies s'posed to be? Oh well. I suppose keeping up with the good girl personality can be troublesome and tedious, but I'd rather have friends than be bullied again...you would too...right? I'm not two-faced at all, I just prefer keeping to myself.
Let's see - depression. When I was around 10, my father found me staring at my window, not really understanding why, but every day I would stare. I was calculating whether or not the world needed my existence. If they didn't, I was planning on opening that window and hopping right on out, but Melvin caught on sooner or later, probably had to do with the time he noticed me having quiet time with a razor blade. Can we just call me messed up in the head and move on or something?
Anorexia is the least of my worries, sure, I skip meals, but come on - I've got much bigger problems than my weight. I mean, yes, that does tie in with my depression... still - changing subject!
ADHD has been a problem for a while. Ever since I was younger, I could never sit still - which definitely began to piss off the teachers. I would jump at every opportunity and do random crap, one teacher even tried tying me down to my seat, needless to say - she was fired.
Dyslexia, well, I never liked reading anyways. It was bothersome.
Bi-polarity. Well, I'm not bipolar, so whatever. I just have my own ways of dealing and coping - it just so happens that I dislike showing my emotions to people due to the fear of my past. Whatever, moving on...
Minor Details:
Some say I'm a Daddy's girl, but I beg to differ - I'm sure that my mother and I would have gotten along just fine if she didn't run off and die in an accident, leaving Melvin and me... Of course, I've learned the truth and I'd like to say that I get along with neither, but if I were to pick - it's most definitely not going to be 'Mummy Dearest'.
I'm also pretty good at...
Lying, Planning Strategies and Close Combat(Martial Arts, of course - but that's what Fang says).
Melvin says that I'm his go-to person when he needs ideas for his job, he's a web designer you see.. anyways - I'm usually the one who comes up with his rough sketches & layout. He says I'm could be a war general in the old days - I'm not interested in that though. I'd rather keep living this facade of a 'cool' girl or whatever.
Oh, and Melvin claims that I have a problem with trusting people. He once said that it'd be my downfall, but hey - it's not my problem. Was he the one bullied as a kid? No, so don't judge me. I happen to be a bit temperamental as well, especially with touchy subjects like family and my past, oh, and anything Apollo says.
I only listen to myself, oh and this person whose voice echos in the back of my mind!
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